Stay Far

Lyrics

[Chorus: Trippie Redd] We came from the bottom, bitch, we had to starve I was down on Earth now I'm up on Mars Fuck that bitch and play her like a damn guitar I'm not in your satellite, not in your radar I'll be out the way, stay far (Damn, Tash) Got no time to play, stay armed Chopper there like a good neighbor, State Farm (B-B-BlackMayo) [Verse 1: Poundside Pop] Yeah, everybody with me, yeah, they stay armed When it's time to handle business, it won't take long It won't take long, get you gone, blow your face off I got killers on my team sliding, this ain't no baseball Bitches tryna suck my dick 'cause I got my cake up Shawty looking hella bad and she ain't got no makeup All this cash on a nigga, she do what I say so I been sipping all this purple, baby, I'm a Laker (Yeah) I been sipping Wockhardt, baby, I'm a Wockstar I come out them Philly trenches, right in front them cop cars Baby girl, we had it hard, so we had to trap hard 2500, Zoo gang, I'm the top dog [Chorus: Trippie Redd] We came from the bottom, bitch, we had to starve I was down on Earth now I'm up on Mars Fuck that bitch and play her like a damn guitar I'm not in your satellite, not in your radar I'll be out the way, stay far Got no time to play, stay armed Chopper there like a good neighbor, State Farm [Verse 2: K Suave] Ayy, chopper get to busting, that bitch going dumb Your bitch, she want more coke, she keep rubbing on her gums Bitch, I got a money counter, I don't like to use my thumbs Keep one in the head, these pussy niggas showing fake love I don't trust nobody, I swear I don't even trust myself She gon' eat that dick up like an apple, this is not no Dell I just caught your bitch with one hand, I feel like I'm Odell I know it's been a minute since we talked, I hope you doing well Beating that bitch from the back, I feel like I'm Mike Will I got bitches hooked like a noose, I call 'em hangnail Try me, knock both of y'all down, like the twin towers Bitch, I'm a star in the sky but I came from the bottom Ain't going broke no more, all my niggas whips is push to start 'em [Chorus: Trippie Redd] We came from the bottom, bitch, we had to starve I was down on Earth now I'm up on Mars Fuck that bitch and play her like a damn guitar I'm not in your satellite, not in your radar I'll be out the way, stay far Got no time to play, stay armed Chopper there like a good neighbor, State Farm